A
Preface
This one will not be as light-hearted as usual because the
horrible things that people do to one another is a subject of which I am morbidly
fascinated and completely repulsed. Please expect more questions and
frustrations than usual, from me, in regards to this topic.
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| A difficult discussion is coming. |
I have written about Mark Twain’s travel writings before
on this blog, and, in that previous look at Twain the traveler, he was staring
at the Sphinx while experiencing a sublime moment as he pondered the ages
observed by the behemoth. This post will look at his travels in the Pacific.
More specifically, I’ll focus on an anecdote he told within the chapter on the
Pacific in the book Mark Twain on Travel.
